I am the Warrior Vishous, but call me V, feel me? I was reared by my father, known as the Bloodletter, and believe me he’s earned his name through his reputation; his cruelty is legendary. He showed me his special brand of fatherly love with his coming of age gift to me: warning tattoos on my hand, face and…yeah not fucking elaborating. Did I mention being left for dead post-transition? Turns out I am also the son of a diety. Who knew? The Scribe Virgin is my mahmen. Our relationship is… complicated, true?
My female is Doc Jane. She is a strong willed, brilliant female and she makes me whole. She is a ghost, but that only means I get to keep her by my side forever.
I take pride in crafting the daggers that my Brothers use in the war against the Lessening Society. Me? I like some good hand to hand but when things get tight, I have my own built in weapon of mass destruction. *holds up my gloved hand* This thing will light you up like a Christmas tree on steroids.
I like my Grey Goose, my smoke, my music, and the Red Sox. Say the “Y” word around here and risk your life. When I’m not out fighting this goddamned war, or with my female, you can catch me here hanging with the cop. Somehow the cop just fits right in like he always belonged. *rubs my goatee*